The bed and it’s room is no place for the computer to cast it’s shadow over your eyes My thighs and universe in between no place for carelessness, half truth, and lies Pleasure is measured in presence A place of vulnerable posture held by caress moved further to openness I let you in deeper through fear The stars of my inner night guide you The story of these constellations Passing expressions remain in memory long after the taste of your sweat ...
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